Rain from '03 still on my tongue. Funny what sticks when all is done. Six planks above, the roots descend They thread the box where echoes end I had my decades, thick and wide Dug every answer, found a lie Now stillness teaches what the noise denied No breath to borrow, no clock to break Just the ache of a dawn I'll never taste Dust lips dust tongue dust lungs Singing still singing still singing numb Root hands root spine root mind Climbing still climbing still climbing blind I left a notebook in the drawer Nobody pried, that's what drawers are for What ferments deep in the dark alone Becomes a seed, becomes a stone Becomes the only truth I've ever owned No voice to raise, no debt to clear Just the weight of a name that disappeared Dust lips dust tongue dust lungs Singing still singing still singing numb Root hands root spine root mind Climbing still climbing still climbing blind They turned me skyward when they laid me down Wrong direction for a man who loved the ground The core won't flatter, the clouds just drift I wanted bedrock, I got this DUST LIPS DUST TONGUE DUST LUNGS SINGING STILL SINGING STILL SINGING NUMB ROOT HANDS ROOT SPINE ROOT MIND CLIMBING STILL CLIMBING STILL CLIMBING BLIND
